Harry rolled his head and massaged the huge
knot in his shoulder. It was midnight and once again he was stuck at
the office with no one really to fault except himself. He was the
best Auror the Ministry had and he knew it. They knew it. And they
took full advantage of it. Unfortunately, Harry let them. He also
worked best on his own which why he was now poring over notes long
after his colleagues had gone home. Four years after the defeat of
Voldemort, rogue Death Eaters were still at large accompanied by new
'wanna be' recruits. The Ministry was better equipped to handle
them this time around. The man power and the long strenuous hours
required to decipher plans, however, took their toll on everyone and
kept Harry mostly away from home five days out of the week. With a
long suffering sigh he gave up for the night and packed his things,
thinking he'd have better luck tomorrow. He walked to the
Apparation chamber, longing for bed and much needed sleep wrapped
around his husband's arms. He smiled and hurried, hoping Draco was
still up.

Harry Apparated right into the kitchen, the wards
shimmering to let him in. He placed his briefcase on the counter and
walked into the living room to hang his coat. His face lit up when he
realized that Draco, indeed, was still awake curled up on the couch
with the television on. However, his expression turned to one of
worry when he took in Draco's appearance. Draco's face was
shining with tears, his eyes wide and sorrowful. His cheeks red and
blotchy. His body was shaking from the little sobs emitting from his
trembling lips. A pillow was clutched desperately between his hands,
hugged close to his chest. His sniffles alone were enough to break
Harry's heart as he quickly rushed to his lover's side, dropping
to his knees by the sofa.

"Draco, love, what is it? Are you
alright?"

Draco turned watery, grey eyes towards him. He
gave an almighty sniffle before responding. "Oh, hi, Harry, I
didn't know you were home."

"I am. I'm right here,
love. Now, tell me what's wrong." Harry's mind whirled with a
thousand different possibilities. Did someone get pass the wards and
threaten Draco? Did someone hurt him? Did he have another nightmare?
Though, Harry doubted the last scenario. Months after the war ended
Draco had constant nightmares and visions of his father still
torturing him in a chamber beneath the Malfoy Manor. The nightmares
involved Harry never turning up. Harry never coming to save him.
Which was the complete opposite of what happened.

But Draco
hadn't had one in years.

Harry grew frantic when Draco
wouldn't answer him and tears continued to flow down his face. He
reached up and wiped them away gently. "Come on, love, what is it?
Tell me."

Draco shook his head and stared straight ahead.
"She promised she wouldn't let go," he whispered. "She said
she wouldn't but she did."

Now Harry was completely
confused. Who was she? "Um, Draco, who are you talking
about?"

Draco sniffled again and clutched the pillow even
tighter. "Her."

Harry followed his gaze that led to
the telly. The movie Draco was watching was still playing, showing a
woman in water drifting on a piece of wood to keep afloat. His eyes
moved from the screen and landed on the opened rectangular, plastic
case on the right. The title Titanic was emblazoned across the
shimmery surface. Harry couldn't help it and he burst out laughing
from sheer relief.

Draco's head snapped back to him with
narrowed eyes. "Are you laughing at me?"

Harry swallowed
his chuckles and climbed onto the spot next to him. A snicker or two
escaped as he took Draco in his arms. "Sorry, love, I'm just so
fucking relieved. I thought you were in trouble."

Draco
pushed him away and sat up with a pout. "No reason for you to laugh
at me."

Harry bit his lip hard to keep fresh laughter from
bumbling up to the surface, instead he asked, "Er…so why were you
watching Titanic? I didn't think we owned that
movie."

Draco sniffled again, his nose adorably red from
crying. Harry just wanted to pounce and nuzzle him to death.
"Hermione bought it over earlier. Thought I would like it. She said
it reminded her of you and me. Something about a couple that society
thought shouldn't be together, but was."

"Er…and you
willingly watched a Muggle movie without me present?"

Draco
sniffed indignantly. "Well, you were working late again and I hate
sleeping in that huge bed by myself so I decided to give it a go. I
hate it though."

Harry took in the ruffled hair, red-rimmed
eyes, and the pouty lips and concluded Draco look utterly adorable
and innocent sitting there. So he decided to indulge him. "And why
did you hate it, baby?" he cooed.

"Because… because it
has a horrible ending! They were happy, Harry! They were going to be
together and away from that wretched mother of hers and that awful
man she was being forced to marry. Then he dies. What kind of
person makes a movie where the main character dies?"

Harry swallowed
his tongue. "Sorry, love, but hey, didn't you like Romeo and
Juliet? They were the main characters in that movie and they both
died!"

Draco gave him a patient face. The one he usually
reserved for Ron and Hermione's two year olds when he was about to
explain to them something vastly important. "There's a huge
difference, Harry, dear. Romeo and Juliet was a classical Play that
the Muggles sullied by turning it into a movie."

Harry
looked confused. "Wait, wasn't Shakespeare a Muggle?"

Draco
snorted. "Please, Harry. Did you really think someone as genius as
William Shakespeare could be a Muggle?"

Harry smirked.
"Well, doesn't matter. I liked the movie, the latest version at
least. I thought Leonardo DiCaprio made a sexy Romeo."

Draco
glared deeply at him. "His performance was passable but he's not
that good looking. The git's probably not a natural
blonde."

Harry shrugged and buried his face in Draco's
hair, hiding his smile.

"Anyway, that's beside the point.
Romeo and Juliet's death meant something. They died for love
so they could be together. It was all very romantic, not to mention
passionate. Then there's the whole political aspect to
it."

"Political?"

"Yes. The two most powerful
families divided by their hate were brought together by the sacrifice
of their children. They were forced to realize the reality that their
petty differences could have deadly consequences. It was all very
symbolic. Their deaths were justified. Not like in Titanic"

Harry
pretended to yawn. "Uh huh.

Draco ignored him and lifted his
chin arrogantly. "Anyway, I think these Muggle movies you make me
watch are rubbish, Harry. They have no point. Rose and Jack are
suppose to be together, have lots of babies and live happily ever
after. But instead she let him go. She was selfish, too. She
could have shared that piece of wood she was floating on with him,
but no, she let him freeze and then she let go of his hand. After she
promised him she wouldn't .And he just sunk down deeper into the
ocean, all alone."

Draco buried his face deep into Harry's chest.
"Whatever," came the muttered response. "She got all naked for
him and then left her family for him. She did all that; at least she
should have made sure he was really dead."

Harry's
shoulder was shaking from repressed laughter and he stroked Draco's
head, threading his fingers through silky strands of hair. Draco
purred. Harry smiled and kissed his temple. "You're not going to
let this go, are you?"

A muffled answer emitted from the
vicinity of his chest. "No, completely rubbish ending."

Harry
paused and looked thoughtful. "You know that this was based on a
true story. What happened on the Titanic was real."

Draco's
head snapped up and he fixed Harry with a wet, broken gaze. His
silver eyes were wide and his bottom lip trembled. "You mean…you
mean that Rose and Jack really existed? Jack really died?" He
looked like he was a breath away from crying again.

Harry
pulled him in and hugged him tight. "No, no, baby. I'm pretty
sure that Rose and Jack were fictional characters," he placated.
"But there were probably hundreds of lovers on that ship that
didn't make it."

"Oh." Draco's eyes were bright.
"That's really sad, Harry." There was moment of silence before
he suddenly leaned in and captured his husband's lips in a bruising
kiss. Harry readily opened his mouth underneath the assault and
kissed back deeply and passionately, knowing somehow Draco needed
this. Needed to be reassured and soothed.

When they pulled
apart Harry ran a thumb against swollen lips and kissed the last few
strays of tears away from Draco's cheeks. Draco's eyes were open
and unguarded. A rare occasion only bestowed around Harry. Harry gave
his lover a small smile and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "You
were scared," he whispered.

Draco bristled. "I wasn't
scared." But his tone quivered and held a slight touch of old
forgotten fear.

Harry nuzzled him closer and traced soothing
circles on his back. He clearly read the look on Draco's face, the
sadness in his eyes and the worry in his frown. And he understood.
"You'll never lose me, Draco. I promise. I'm not going anywhere
and no one is going to take me away from you."

Draco drove
himself against Harry--burying his face into his shirt, trying to
hide in his arms, and disappearing inside his body. "And if I told
you to never let go, you wouldn't, right?"

Harry smiled.
"I'd never let you go, Draco. No matter how much I thought you
were dead and frozen and blue from the cold. I'll drag you onto the
piece of wood with me and hold you forever."

Draco rolled
his eyes at the sentiment and bit him on the neck for his cheek.
Harry laughed.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"You
would never let me drown either, right?"

Harry touched their
foreheads together. "Never."

"You won't let a big bad
iceberg get me?"

"I'll always protect you."

"And
if I jumped you'd jump, too?"

"I'll be right behind
you."

"And if I asked you to draw me wearing nothing but a
tea cozy, you would?"

"Anything you want, baby."

Draco
smiled and hugged him.

"Wait…what was that last
one?"

"Shhh…nothing."

They laid together in
silence for several minutes before Draco spoke again. "They were a
lot like us—Rose and Jack."

"I know." He placed a
gentle kiss on the silver platinum band on his lover's finger.
Draco melted against him.

"I love you, Harry."

"I
love you too, baby."

A pause.

"You know I didn't
really think the movie was all that bad. There was this one
part that I did like."

Harry
pulled away slightly and took in the red tinged cheeks and shy smile
on Draco's face. "Never mind, you don't have to tell me. I
think I already know what it is."

Draco's smile became
brighter. "You know me too well."

"That I do." Draco
pulled himself off Harry's lap and looked at the stairs leading to
the top most floor of their house. His legs twitched and Harry
groaned out loud but inwardly grinned. "You're going to do it,
aren't you?"

Draco was already on his feet. "I just want
to see what all the fuss is about." He then raced up the stairs,
Harry hot on his heels. Before Harry could say or do anything, Draco
had wrenched their balcony door open and pushed himself up against
the railing as far as he could go—his arms spread wide on either
side of his body.

And as he listened to Draco belting out,
"I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!!!! WOOOOOOOAAAOOOOO
WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" at the top of his lungs over and over again,
Harry felt that he was the king of the world. At least, the
luckiest man in the world.

A contented smile spread across
his face. It'd be a cold day in hell before he'd ever let Draco
go. He would follow him wherever he went--because it was where he
needed to be. Where he wanted to be.

Draco paused in
his mantra to turn around and throw Harry an impish grin.

Despite
the wind that blew in his face and the cold that seeped through his
clothes, Harry could feel a warmth in his chest that spread all over.
"You're crazy, Malfoy!" he yelled.

Draco winked at him.
"Yes, but you're the one stuck with me forever, Potter. I guess
you'll just have to deal with it."

Harry smiled wider. He
wouldn't have had it any other way.

Fin

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